Sir loin of beef
Two Thousand Club
Ochako MiyamotoMatsu walked with measured steps through the grand hallways of the Minamoto mansion, her mother leading the way with an air of effortless grace. The chatter and laughter of the guests echoed through the opulent corridors, a cacophony of polished manners and hidden agendas. As they approached the main room, Matsu felt a knot of apprehension tighten in her stomach.
The door slid open, revealing a scene of lavish extravagance. The room was adorned with intricate tapestries and ornate furnishings, a testament to the Minamoto family's wealth and prestige. All eyes turned towards Matsu as she entered, her resplendent kimono drawing admiration and envy from the assembled guests. With a practiced bow, she greeted each guest in turn, her smile masking the turmoil raging within.
Despite the facade of civility, Matsu despised these gatherings. The forced pleasantries, the stifling atmosphere of elitism—it all made her skin crawl. But there was something deeper, darker, that gnawed at her from within. A voice, insistent and cruel, echoed in Matsu's mind, cutting through the polite conversation like a knife. "You can feel it, can't you?" it taunted, its words like daggers digging into her consciousness. Matsu clenched her fists, trying to block out the voice, but it persisted, relentless in its torment. "Do not ignore me!" continued the evil voice.
Her uncle's polite inquiries were met with a strained smile as Matsu struggled to maintain her composure. The pain intensified, a searing agony that threatened to overwhelm her. "Don't ignore me," the voice hissed, its words laced with malice. "Don't you want to kill this geezer?, see his jugular so exposed or maybe he deserves to have his eyes gouged first"
With a sharp intake of breath, Matsu excused herself, feigning discomfort with her kimono as she retreated to the sanctuary of the garden. Her mother's disapproving gaze followed her, a silent admonishment for daring to show weakness in front of their esteemed guests. "You have 4 minutes, return with a better attitude, young lady". Said the woman with a cold tone. Alone amidst the tranquil beauty of the zen garden, Matsu fought to regain control of her racing thoughts. But news of magical girls battling evil only added to her turmoil and strengthened the voice who urged her to join the battle, not for justice or freedom, but for the carnage itself. The young woman had to take a decision.
I'm bored. Ochako Miyamoto thought, in her mind this whole "Garden?" party at the minamoto estate was nothing short of boring. Sure she looked great in her kimono in her eyes but all this mingling and talking was boring, and that was before she was overcome with Greek-God Starting a Myth Type envy upon seeing the Minamoto Heiress in a Kimono that looked Resplendent, "How!? How are her clothes more Stylish than my Wardrobe of DOOM!" The kinda prone to Disproportionate Retribution socialite thought
This was what led to her trying to follow Matsu to the garden where she planned to get her Surprisingly Monster lacking revenge.
"HEY MISSES LAME LOSER KIMONO ROBE LADY OF LOSERNESS!" Matsu suddenly heard a screeching voice echo through the garden, "I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY TO YOU ABOUT YOUR LAMENESS COMPARED TO MY COOLNESS OF DOOM WHILE WE'RE AT THIS DULL MOCKERY OF A PARTY! OF DOOOOOM!" The More goth looking rich girl stormed over to Matsu and stuck her tongue out "Your kimono is empirically Quite inferior to my KIMONO OF DOOM! LOOK AT IT! LOOK AT MY KIMONO OF DOOM!" She said While gesturing her hands onto her Black Kimono she was wearing, She began laughing Like a maniac which wasn't a surprise considering that she probably didn't even know what was going on or why exactly she was at the minamoto estate.
(Is there Sufficient Zim energy to start?)